Thursday, April 9

Your blogIs a goodWayTo get a heads-upNo real reasonJust virtual tabsIt saves me the Ignominy of sendingA text or a mailAnd I don’tHave to pretendTo be all Good friendsWith yourBuddiesGood- for- nothingLousy fellowsThe reasonsFor the firstCracksIn our garden Of EdenDon’t presumeAnything.Things like I miss you.I do. ButI am done with it.Not the missing.The self loathing.Anyways weWere on your blogIn any case,“My attitude”, you said,“To start off somewhereAnd draw it to myselfSucked.”Before you left.But that was that.I read about youThe ups and the downsThe layers and the lossOn the things you doAnd the things you don’tI know you keep offThe usual placesThey don’t find mentionIn your blogs. I know your tryingTo dateYour drink buddy’s Pretty sister.I am not jealousI am done with that too.You wont be the same you.I feel sorry for herShe’s dating a residue.

Last week youWon that big Sales contract.You could not hideThe gleeAtleast from me.You missed severalPunctuation marksAnd full stopsIn the update.I know you went outWith the gangHad few drinksSmashed few glasses.What you didn’t write,Though I read .Between the linesMany timesIn the pissed drunk night.You turned to your sideTo hug me hardHappy with life.And grew silentTo find it empty.